Sammie Sammie

Sam the Enigma

• From the Furre's Own Mouth!

  "Okay! Close your eyes, shut up and listen! My name is Sammie Sammie, no I didn't stutter my parents were just complete assholes. My age probably isn't important but I'm like 5'4 last I checked and I need your help. With me so far? Good. There is literally no better way to explain this... but I died and didn't stay dead. No, I actually died in a car crash with my parents and I woke up in the morgue straight up zombie-style. Next thing I know people are SCREAMING, which is reasonable but then men in suits SWARM the hospital and I barely make it out. I don't know why they disliked me, but they did. It gets better and, again, I mean this exactly... I was hit by a car and it hurt like absolute Hell but I didn't die. I spent a few days on the road and stopped at a little dubious diner/bar in Nevada and while I was enjoying a plate of eggs I noticed a group of dudes down the bar from me. This one dude was WAY hot, I mean like total bonebait with abs, huge bulge and everything. I'm a young guy with needs, fuck you for judging me. I mean look at me, I'm SUMPTUOUS. These brown eyes have sparkled their way out of citations before and you wouldn't believe the amount of work this chestnut hair required! My fur is fluffy and warm, my thighs are deliciously thick and don't even get me started on my rump. It'd smother yo- wait wait wait, back to the story! The dude saw me checking him out, called me a fag and tried to rough me up after having one too many drinks. He comes at me and I literally kicked him through the door. I mean like... broke the door. I think I might be God. No, wait, better, a superhero!"

• Who is He?

  Sammie, Sam, whatever you'd like to call him, he was a sweet boy from a little town in Kentucky. It was a backward place where meth meant more to people than their own children. Sammie himself never deviated far from his house or what little friends he had. He's friendly at heart and truly cares for those who exist around him. Make no mistake, the flirty feline had a mountain of imperfections, one of them being an extremely advanced need to attach with someone around him. He'll imprint on someone accidentally and his life won't be complete without them. He'd even imprint on someone that dislikes him which leads to a host of problems.
  
  If it had to be summed up Sammie could be described as a regular young gay man with separation depression that was forced to take on quite a lot of stress in a very short amount of time.

• What Does He Look Like?

  He's not shy about bragging so if you asked him he'd tell you what an absolute sex-symbol he was... and it might be true given your opinion. In all actuality, Sammie is a healthy boy with a stunning coat of fur. Despite the large bubbly rump and the thighs, Sammie's face is what he'd most likely be remembered for. His little chin and large inexperienced eyes, the way his forehead would furrow when he was aggravated. Even minor details like the way his lips curled when he was embarrassed were so dramatically portrayed. It wasn't even intentional, whether someone finds him attractive or not they'd likely remember his range of facial expressions for a very long time.
  

• What is Going to Happen to Him

  Sammie, much like his author, has little-to-no idea about superheroes... but that's exactly what the little feline wants to become. He doesn't know what he can do but what is certain is that he isn't normal anymore. Will he go the extra step and get a costume, find a nemisis and spend years fighting? Will he hide who he is and tap into himself only when needed?
  
  
  Or... Will the confusion get to his head and will he lash out, damning any chance he had at goodness and giving into a life of terror? Superheroes are silly, Sammie knows this... but that feline could well change the world, for better or terribly worse remains to be seen...
  
  "I can't be the only person like this, can I?"